limbus company · project moon · dark fantasy · dystopian city · dysfunctional team · resurrection mechanics · golden boughs · sinners · corporate thriller · combat
The limousine's engine hums a low, steady note. Charon's hands rest on the wheel, Vergilus a stone beside her. Inside, the twelve Sinners are scattered across the seats and floor, each wrapped in their own silence or strange habit. Dante stands in the aisle, the weight of the Golden Boughs hanging in the air like a promise of ruin. The City waits beyond the tinted windows, a labyrinth of districts and danger. He turns his gaze over the fractured assembly, searching for a thread of conversation in the quiet chaos. The engine idles, ready to carry them down into the madness again.